Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

This is just pathetic and disgusting! [What a touching mother-daughter bond. Let them rot in prison together for life!] Lilian screamed and lunged forward, but she was stopped by the bailiffs. “You lying snake! This is scientific proof in black and white, and you still have the nerve to deny it?! “Raymond pulled that hair from your daughter’s head with his bare hands!” Raymond nodded. “That’s right! Trinity was carrying my child! I tolerated her sleeping around with other men outside while hoping that the pregnancy would make her settle down.

she added. "Hello? where are you dear? It's already late and it's not good to be walking around this late in your condition. The doctor said you need a lot of rest because is good for the unborn child." uttered Dickson worriedly on the other side of the line. "I know dear. Mother just won't let me go, she kept ranting about how I needed to take care of my health for the baby. I just left her but I got caught up in something. I will tell you more when I get home."

Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you." The smile on Ivana's face slowly faded, and her eyes were filled with disgust. "After spending time with Yara, you look down on your own mother, huh? If I'd known you'd be such little ingrates, I should have strangled you both at birth!" Cheryl and Lucas shrank into a corner of their bed. They were too terrified to even breathe. "I was unfortunate enough to give birth to you two useless pups! If you dare bring up Yara in front of me again, I won't show you mercy next time!" Ivana spat.

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"

You could hear what people were saying in the apartment next door, knew if they were dealing drugs or having sex or if some drunken man was beating up his girlfriend. ‘Jesus Christ.’ Jackson’s face darkened with anger before he rested his forehead against hers. He sucked in a hissing breath and held her tighter as if to stop her from speaking. But now that she’d started, she had to finish. ‘Mom would hug Penny and me to her and tell her how sorry she was that we couldn’t leave. She worked so hard, Jackson, and still we had nothing. She never had time to grieve for her husband; she kept everything locked inside. I couldn’t stand seeing her so sad and hopeless. And afraid. There was always thi

He asked her the moment she walked into his room. “I am the new maid your mother brought to serve you personally.” Jackson was a little upset at first, but then he realized that his mom knows him too well. This is just what he needed because he is too frustrated at the moment, so he needs someone to warm his bed in the absence of Lyra. “Lay on the bed naked.” Jackson ordered her. Without hesitating the young girl striped herself naked and laid on the bed. ***** Jackson had so much fun with her that he didn't want to let her go, but he needed to take care of something very important, as the elders had already arrived.

He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on the cold glass, right over the woman's face. "Mother..." he choked out a whisper. Serenity froze. "What?" "That's my mother," Jackson said, tears streaming down his face. "Margaret Sterling." "But..." Serenity was confused. "You told me she died in a car crash when you were ten. You said you saw the body." "I did," Jackson’s voice shook. "I saw her coffin being lowered into the ground. My father told me she was gone." He looked at the woman inside. She looked exactly the same as the day she "died" twenty years ago. She hadn't aged a day.

“Jackson! Are you out of your mind? Do you also want to go against your father? How did I give birth to only two children and they are both unfilial? “Mother, you are- “Rebecca Cameron already agreed to get married to you and still lay with Jacob. What else do you want?” “Mother, I have to go, bye.” Jackson hug up abruptly when he couldn’t contain his rage any longer. “Fuck!” He groaned before hitting his palm on the desk to offload his anger. Also, around this time, Jacob, who had been in Jersey for a week, decided to check one of their popular art galleries to cool his mind.

Nana took a chair across from them, her hands folded in her lap, her posture rigid. "Why do you want to know about your mother now? After all these years?" Nana asked, her eyes on Jackson. "Because I think my father killed her. Or had her killed. And I need to know if I am right." Jackson leaned forward. "I need to know what you saw that day." Nana was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I miss her every day. Your mother was a good woman. A kind woman. She treated me like family, not like a servant."

Rafe questions, his voice full of doubt, but I ignore him, continuing on. “He’s not used to women’s tricks and pranks. And he’s had a hard night, dragging my bleeding butt all over the countryside. Be nice.” My mom just sighs, still grinning, as she smiles warmly at Jackson. “I owe you a life debt, boy, for bringing my daughter back to me. I’ll never be able to repay it.” She leans forward, offering her hand in a normal way. Jackson, sensing that it’s real this time, reaches forward to take it, wrapping his large hand around her small one.